ROBOT ICI

ROBOT ICIRobot iciThere is a robot sitting ici on this computerHe has a name and number but no freedom of religionHe is soon taken from his places that he goesBig frog hopping in a little jargon pondWorking on his nothing to complete his daytime jobOf standing on his pocket leaning overbearing moment of decay and death somewhere forgotten to be keptHow many people am eye how many people must eye beEveryone is crazy in this new millineum of timeAm eye the robot baseball player the batter up and pitcherAm eye still the cop the undercover thrillerAm eye only the dishwasher in my white apron getting so wet and dirtyAm eye the papermill employee scooping big heaping shovels of decayAm eye the dairy man giving all the milk away in bottles full of cowThis robot was once human once full of life